Every Imperfection: An Insecurity

My everything written down from this pen to paper,
Transfering my thoughts to type them later.

The millions of feelings circling around in my head,
Uncovering everything in the world of the unsaid.

The things nobody ever has the guts to say,
For their worries that not much later they will have to pay.

Pay with taunts and teases from everyone around them,
Their parents screaming and yelling about their son or daughters sin.

The sin of the wanting to rid your pain inside,
By cutting your body repeatedly, yet not trying suicide.

There’s no getting through into darkness they have already fell,
If they will survive, there’s no way at all to tell.

Yet in some you can see the sparkle in their eyes,
They really want help, you will hear in their silent cries.

But they cannot come to you, you have to go to them,
Teach them the ways to deal with all their pain within.

Yet if you fail, they will go on crying,
Wishing and praying that they were dying.

Cutting, scratching, and burning themselves to rid them of their pain,
Because they know that in this life they have no more to gain.

Nothing to gain from the words of everybody else,
Living in constant fear that they just might kill themselves.

And if you did not know, inside they don’t want to die,
They’re stuck inside the darkness with only their tears to cry.

You have to understand though that they just want your help,
But it won’t be easy, you must remind yourself.

You have tried and tried and tried, but yet you have failed,
There are no more miracles in this fairytale.

Some may find the light, yet some will stay in the darkness,
The longer you have done it, the more it may progress.

Yet I’ve come to find, that self-injury will go on living,
In the lives of men and women through their eyes of sinning.

The tears will still fall as constantly as the blood,
Lifting their pain for a moment in their tearful flood.

Yet the pain will still live on,
For longer than the day after we are gone.

But don’t judge them for the things they might do,
To their inner pain they are only trying to get through.

So please leave them here in their own chaos and peace,
With their thoughts of only making their pain cease.

And if you want to help, then see and take them as they are,
For every imperfection and every little scar.

Then stop your taunting and teasing and please just let them be,
And let me live my own life in my own misery and insecurity...

~Madison Leigh~ July 30th 2005